The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 05, No. 27, January, 1860 by Various
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though faded. But I don't think you would like it so much now. Moreover,
Sir, I cannot make copies." I stepped towards them, quite forgetful of my pride. "Can't?" I exclaimed. "Oh, how splendid! Because then no other man comes between you and Nature; your ideal hangs before you, and special glimpses open and shut on you, glimpses which copyists never obtain." "I don't think you are right," he said, coldly, his hands loosely crossed behind him, leaning on the corner of the mantel, and looking unconcernedly out of the window. Wasn't it provoking? I remembered myself,--and remembered, too, that I never had made a real exertion to procure anything, and it wasn't worth while to begin then, beside not being my forte; things must come to me. Just then Lu reentered, and one of the servants brought a tray, and we had lunch. Then our visitor rose to go. "No, no," said papa. "Stay the day out with the girls. It's Mayday, and there are to be fireworks on the other bank to-night." "Fireworks for Mayday?" "Yes, to be sure. Wait and see." "It would be so pleasant!" pleaded Lu. "And a band, I forgot to mention. I have an engagement myself, so you'll excuse me; but the girls will do the honors, and I shall meet you at dinner." |
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